I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

After asking the doctor about the situation, Xue Jing didn't linger and quickly left the medical room.

He checked his phone for the time; the mid-game break was almost over, so he headed towards the player observation area.

Along the way, his WeChat had received quite a few unread messages. Opening the app, he found many congratulatory notes from friends and family celebrating his win.

Most messages were brief, ending after a sentence or two, except for Xue Wan, who had sent many voice messages.

Seeing dozens of voice messages, some as short as five or six seconds and others up to a minute long, Xue Jing scratched his head and randomly clicked on a few.

"Oudou, you played well; I, Uchiha Wan, will acknowledge you as the strongest!"

"By the way, is Little Yin okay? She looked so pretty, but I still prefer her when she's all muscular; feels safer..."

"Master, master, you are so cool!! Mwah mwah mwah!!"

Among these were also Zong Shichan's voice messages, including sounds mimicking kisses, which made Xue Jing hold his phone a bit further from his ear.

He only played a few and ignored the rest, especially the ones that were dozens of seconds or a minute long.

After thinking for a while, he replied with a text message: ["Who said no, you have a point, I think so too, what happened later?"]

Then he turned on the do-not-disturb mode and put his phone back into his pocket.

He walked out of the corridor and arrived at the player observation area.

Looking around, Xue Jing noticed the players were huddled in groups of two or three, engaged in enthusiastic discussions.

His arrival seemed to interrupt their conversations, and everyone turned to look at him with different expressions.

Xue Jing didn't care and simply chose an empty spot to stand.

At that moment, the spectators from above saw Xue Jing as well and burst into a sizable cheer.

This was the residual praise for his fantastic performance just before.

As he waited for the match to start, suddenly, a hand tapped on his shoulder.

Since he didn't feel any malice, Xue Jing did not dodge.

"Old Xue! Hello there!"

The teasing voice mixed with barely competent Cantonese made Xue Jing turn to look at this lazy-looking young man, asking with confusion,

"Have we met before? Who are you?"

Wei Junwu retracted his hand and stroked his chin, saying, "Just as I would expect from you, not even recognizing me; it seems the things you said in interviews are true, you really haven't been following the other competitors at all..."

Pausing for a moment, he smiled, "I'm Wei Junwu, apprentice of Phoenix Cry School Grandmaster Pei Yan. My style matches well with your Hidden Dragon School, don't you think? We're naturally meant to be friends!"

Looking at the overly familiar Wei Junwu, Xue Jing smiled and said,

"Brother Wei, I've heard a lot about you."

Even though he didn't know him at all, Wei Junwu was momentarily choked by this greeting and said with amusement,

"Old Xue, it seems you're an interesting person as well... no need to be so formal, just call me Old Wei," he waved his hand.

Xue Jing didn't engage with that and just said, "Brother Wei, is there something you needed from me?"

Wei Junwu nonchalantly replied, "Nothing special, just wanted to get to know you... to see what the person who Zhou Yinglin personally traveled far to challenge looks like."

Xue Jing glanced at him and said with deep meaning, "Oh? I don't quite understand what you mean."

Wei Junwu let out a sigh, slapping Xue Jing's shoulder and winking, "Come on, no need to pretend. Everyone already knows."

Xue Jing looked around at the competing players around him and noticed none show any reaction to Wei Junwu's words.

"How did you all find out?" Xue Jing asked Wei Junwu.

The matter was supposed to be quite secretive.

"I told them," Wei Junwu said with a proud expression, patting his chest.

Xue Jing's expression did not change as he questioned, "How did you know? Do you have an agenda?"

Was this to make Zhou Yinglin think twice before taking action against him?

A pointless move.

Xue Jing shook his head.

Wei Junwu sighed, "Fulfilling someone's request, doing a loyal deed... sigh, I've got myself into big trouble now; Zhou Yinglin will probably come after me."

"Luckily, I've got someone backing me now!"

He exclaimed with a flair of triumph.

Xue Jing said softly, "You haven't answered my question."

Noticing a hint of danger, Wei Junwu still shook his head,

"The identity of the person involved is too high, I'm not in the position to discuss it with you. When it's time for you to know, you'll know."

"In any case... I'm on your side, and so is the person behind me," Wei Junwu chuckled.

"That sword, it's good, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Xue Jing confirmed the conjecture in his heart and nodded, "So that's how it is, quite useful."

Wei Junwu leaned closer to him and whispered:

"The sword itself is secondary, the main thing it serves as is a 'hint'."

Xue Jing's heart stirred, and he roughly understood.

Combining the fact that Wei Junwu came for Zhou Yinglin's matter, and that the person behind him and the one who sent the Forgotten Greatsword were the same, it was clear that this hint was also related to Zhou Yinglin.

Was this Giant Sword the way to deal with Zhou Yinglin?

If the sword itself was not key... then, the most obvious characteristic of this sword—its heaviness, powerful momentum.

Zhou Yinglin's Impeccable, could it be broken with force through cleverness?

Xue Jing shook his head.

"Do they take me for a child?"

...

After the halftime break passed, the competition started quickly.

Following Xue Jing, the battle between players number 3 and number 4 unfolded, and because of "Proof of Love," Xue Jing didn't even remember their names.

Those who could advance to the final were somewhat skilled, and Xue Jing also gained a little from watching the battle.

The same was true for the contest between players number 5 and number 6.

And following that was today's most anticipated match.

Number 7, Fan Xuhui, and number 8—Zhou Yinglin.

"...Welcome back to the U19 Unlimited Elite Fighting Championship live broadcast, I'm your commentator Tao Xingshou..."

"...After three exciting battles, I bet our audience friends are thrilled, but!!"

"What comes next is the real treat!!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than cheers almost loud enough to flip the venue erupted from the crowd.

"Zhou Yinglin—Zhou Yinglin—Zhou Yinglin—"

The audience began to chant Zhou Yinglin's name in an orderly fashion, the popularity so immense it was astonishing.

"Let's first welcome—player Fan Xuhui!"

Xue Jing watched as the tense-faced youth emerged from the player's tunnel and shook his head.

This person's mentality had already collapsed.

Even if their abilities were similar, he couldn't possibly win.

It seemed that Zhou Yinglin's reputation was truly terrifying.

After briefly introducing Fan Xuhui, and displaying the hexagonal data graph, the commentator, with a voice far more passionate than before, began to shout:

"So! Next up, please welcome with applause—player Zhou Yinglin!!"

Thunderous applause drowned the entire venue like a storm.

At the player's tunnel, a young man with an eagle-like sharp gaze slowly walked out.

He didn't carry any weapons and, upon entering, walked rather proficiently around the ring. At each area he reached, the audience in that direction would burst into fervent cheers.

After showing off, he went to the weapon rack, casually picked a Nine Chi Great Spear, and stood in front of his opponent.

The commentator incessantly introduced Zhou Yinglin's past achievements and highlight scenes, then displayed the hexagonal data graph, which, unsurprisingly, showed all tens.

"The true hexagon, a full-leveled young genius, overpowering strength that won't fit into a data chart!"

The commentator continued to hype up the arena while the audience responded with enthusiastic cheers and applause.

Wei Junwu, sitting beside Xue Jing, complained, "Aren't they going overboard with the praise? Why haven't they started yet, it's really annoying."

As if he had heard Wei Junwu's complaint, the commentator finally wrapped up this conspicuously extended introduction.

"—Without further ado, both players are in position, let's witness this exciting showdown together!"

"The match... begins!"

As the referee signaled, Xue Jing immediately focused his thoughts, his pupils contracting, while circulatory power surged through him, using Eye-Penetrating Flow, his eyes shifted to vertical pupils, the Heavenly Blade Mindset activated, tinting the vertical pupils with a divine silver-white.

In the next instant, the match was over.

It was a sky-covering barrage of long spear strikes.

No, it should be called a torrent, a flood.

In just a moment, Zhou Yinglin, with a single hand gripping the Nine Chi Great Spear, had thrust forth an indistinguishable, dense cascade of spear shadows.

His opponent, the youth named Fan Xuhui, didn't even have a chance to react, his body filled with countless bleeding holes, he slowly fell to the ground.

Zhou Yinglin, the silent and aloof, turned and left, as if he had done a trivial thing.

Amidst the venue's passionate applause, gasps of amazement, and cheers, no one noticed, in the player observation area, a calm youth watching this unfold.

His silver-white vertical pupils looked on, indifferent and scornful.

...